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I had a dream, I woke up full of sweat And in that dream, i was standing on the devils steps They gave my man 14 and he ain’t lose his breath Knowing the fact he didn’t do it ain’t removing stress The crew was blessed, popping bottles through the late nights Thoughts of Mama Joyce will take away the stage fright Regret that ungrateful time and delayed flights And since I’m loyal, my decisions kept the gang tight I gain stripes, I give em up to get my brothers back Rest in peace, you know we love you and you love us back Dreams of a Rolls Royce, there ain’t enough of that To tell my family that i got ‘em made me love the trap I never slack, I got these reasons why i’m always strapped I ain’t a trouble maker throw em but i’ll throw em back I got the visions of a soldier with a real impact Waking up in a new Bugatti, now how real is that? Motherfucker I’m having dreams of that Rolls Royce When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom I’ve been suffering from dreams of that Rolls Royce When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom Letras de canciones Okay back to this fly shit I’m that nigga they getting high with They hating on Polo niggas could die Quit you sidekicks, G-O-M-D I bet you know though Express already expressed that so here we go, oh Before that it was fall back and get clapped I ain’t talking no audience, I’m talking more You fuck around, get held by 6 Get the pic? Photo shoot shit Touchdown hoes claiming they bad Some neighborhood bust down Been around snow points From the club to my man joint Clown niggas wrestle these bitches I swear their so doink, You fuckers I’m mister quicker picker upper Put a bounty on your bitch Because I’m quick to pick her up-ah On this plane, let Mary fuck her brain It’s a shame, how every nigga with they own swag, still the same You lames, pick a lane and drive straight If you hungry, my nigga, get a snickers and why wait? It’s easy I’m having dreams of that Rolls Royce When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom I’ve been suffering from dreams of that Rolls Royce When I wake up in a new Bugatti, tell my family I got em Yeah and I’m stuck in these closed walls, no ways out Politics is polished to keep me at the bottom From Letras Mania